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The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Harry couldn't help himself, really. But then, he'd never had a ghost as a tutor before. Actually, he'd never seen
a real ghost before coming to live at his uncle's house.
Brown eyes focused obediently on the chalk board, Harry waited his chance. When the ghost finally walked passed him, Harry reached out and brushed its sleeve.
Icy, bone numbing cold gripped his fingers and crept up his arm. With a cry of alarm, Harry snatched his hand back.
"If you had asked, I would have cautioned you," said Hrothbert disdainfully. "Which brings us to today's lesson: Forewarned is forearmed."